Lauder! thy authors Dutch and German There is no need to disinter, man! To search the mould'ring anecdote For source of all that Milton wrote; We'll own, from these and many more The bard enrich'd his ample store Phœbus himself could not escape The tricks of this poetic ape; For, to complete his daring vole, From his enliven'd wheels he stole, Prometheus like, the solar ray That animated all his clay. Prometheus like, then, chain him down, Prey on his vitals of renown, With critic talons and with beak Upon his fame thy vengeance wreak;— It grows again at ev'ry hour, Fast as the vulture can devour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP A SONNET FOR THE EARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE |